In this chapter, this is a different fantasy. If you do not enjoy daddy fantasies, I'd recommend you skip this one. If you can handle it knowing it's not really her daddy and she's still her 30 something self, than read ahead. As always, comment! Thanks for reading!
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This time, I didn't pass out before returning to his room. It was just as bizarre as when I first stepped out into the dark woods. His hand reached out as if to push a door open. There was nothing there, but his hand pushed something, not air and I saw the room appear.
I was looking around in awe as I stepped into the room. There seemed to be an invisible line that was outside and inside. How did that work? Just what kind of demon could do that?
"Any who have amassed power can open portals," he explained as he shut a door that wasn't there and closed off the woods.
We were both naked and covered in dirt, blades of grass and other things. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I remembered what I had just done. What I felt between my legs.
My demon led me to the bathroom. A thought struck me.
"I don't even know your name," I said. Did demons have names?
"We do have names. Mine is Thioduhm. You can call me Thio." Thio? That... almost sounded like a normal name.
I watched as he went to turn on the shower. I admit, I was watching his ass as he moved. He has powerful legs and an incredible ass. Even if it wasn't a normal human color.
The cloven feet still seemed weird. He had normal human looking legs until mid calf. But the rest of him... I could enjoy viewing the rest of him for a long time.
He turned back and caught me staring at him. He grinned while I blushed. He gestured for me to step into the shower that was now steaming up the glass. I walked past him and got into the shower. He stepped inside too. Oh boy.
I wasn't so sure I was ready for more just yet, but he didn't try. Instead, he washed my hair. Moaning may have escaped my mouth. I had never had anyone wash my hair like this. This was so much better than getting it washed at a salon.
He massaged my head as he gently shampooed my hair. When he was done, he moved me under the spray and ran his fingers through the tangles until it was washed clean. Then he conditioned. It was a turn on. Either he did something to me to make me horny all the damn time, or I was seriously fucked up in the head right now.
Picking up the soap, he lathered his hands together before gliding them all over my body, under my breasts, between my legs and ass cheeks. His fingers didn't tease me, just cleaned.
Moving me aside, he shampooed his own hair. Working around his horns, he carefully tilted his head back to not slam them on the shower head to rinse his hair. I couldn't reach his head easily, but I could wash him.
I snagged the soap away from him and returned the favor of washing him. I glided my hands along his broad shoulders, the muscles on his chest, his abs, his arms. I slowly sank to my knees, washing his cock and balls, his legs and all the way down to his hoofed feet.
I thought they'd feel weird. Going from human legs to cloven hoofs. They were massive and they felt strong. No weak ankles for him. He had no hair other than the top of his head and where hoof met flesh. It was short and surprisingly soft. When he turned to let me wash his backside, my mouth went dry. That ass was something out of this world. God, Amber, he was a demon. Of course it was out of this world, you idiot.
I took the soap and lathered my hands really well. My hands started low, around his knees. They drifted up and I heard him groan when they reached his cheeks. When he pushed his ass out to me a bit, my hands slid into his cheeks and lathered soap in his ass cheeks. My fingers explored, almost on their own accord.
Slowly standing, I washed his back, moving closer to plaster myself along his backside. My breathing was erratic and my pulse raced. I felt my pussy throb. Somehow, I didn't care that I was turned on again and wanted him. I didn't care, for the moment, that I had been snatched out of thin air to where ever this was.
He stepped away and started to rinse off his body. He let his head hang in the spray as the front of him rinsed off. When he turned, I sank to my knees again. My mouth closed over his semi hard cock and I sucked him hard into my mouth. It didn't take much before he was fully hard and his hips pushing his cock into my mouth.
I teased him. Like he'd done to me before. My tongue swirled the head, but without the pressure he needed. My mouth left his cock to run my tongue along his cock to his base, my hands kneading his balls. I heard him growl in frustration and I smiled.
His hands gripped my head, forced my mouth on his cock and he held me still so he could fuck my mouth. I fought the gag reflex in the back of my throat and I hummed as his cock glided over my tongue. His strong, sure strokes started to increase speed, my hands pulling and tugging his balls in an attempt to keep time with his thrusts.
He came in my mouth with a growl. For the first time in my life, I swallowed. When he stopped pumping in my mouth, I started to lick and suck his cock clean. He slid his cock from my mouth with a pop.
"I had meant to wait longer before we did more," he admitted. He did wait, technically. I was the one that couldn't seem to help myself.
"I wanted to," I said, surprising myself that I would even admit it out loud.
He turned off the shower and guided me out onto the bath mat. He gently dried me off and wrapped my hair up in a towel.
Confused, he led me to the bathtub. It was huge and was encased in tile with enough room to set out towels and drinks and snacks and whatever else you might need to live in the thing.
He helped me step into it and sat me on the edge. Slowly, he pushed me to lay down my head cushioned by the towel. Then he piled several towels under my hips to prop them up. I was still wet from sucking his cock.
Instead of doing something about my arousal, he turned away. There was a cabinet I hadn't noticed before on the wall opposite of where I lay. He pulled out a can and a razor.
Oh. He did say he was going to shave me bald. I liked how I trimmed my pubic hair, I wasn't too excited to have it shaved off.
"This will help put you into character for the next fantasy," he explained, grinning at me wickedly.
He squirted shave gel into his hands and then covered my pussy in it. And my ass crack. I was embarrassed more about that last part. Then he slowly started to shave me bald.
With my hips tilted up, he was able to lean in close and watch carefully as he shaved. I could feel his breath on my slit. I really, really wanted his mouth on my clit, his cock in my pussy. Or even my ass. Right now, I didn't care where we stuck it. I just wanted it.
He slowly and methodically shaved around my slit and through my ass crack. Then he pulled out the roman shower head on the bath and started to rinse away the shave cream. His fingers teasingly slid through my slit to clean away missed cream and went lower to tease my asshole.
I was shivering with anticipation. If he didn't do anything, I might end up masturbating in front of him. Though I couldn't imagine he'd mind the show. When my hand crept down my stomach towards my pussy, he stopped it.
"No coming. You will save it for tonight." And with that, he pulled me up, dried my lower half with another towel and pulled me, whiningly, into the bedroom.
Sleep. He expected me to be able to sleep. He lay behind me, spooning me like we had in the grass. Only this time I couldn't relax. He bear hugged my arms to my chest but my legs moved restlessly trying to relieve my aching pussy. I was starting to irritate him. Apparently, this demon needed his beauty sleep.
